My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 552: Never Thought Before, Such a Day Would Come

Chapter 552: Chapter 552: Never Thought Before, Such a Day Would Come

"A fuss?" Bo Yan’s eyebrows relaxed, revealing a deeply enchanting smile, "Baby, you probably don’t know what making a fuss means."

This tone made Yuran, who knew him well, shiver a little in fear and back away, but she was quickly pulled back by Bo Yan’s long arms, "What are you hiding from? You think I could eat you up?"

Yuran looked at him skeptically, "Brother Qi, go look in the mirror and see yourself, don’t you look like you could eat someone?"

Bo Yan chuckled, "Shouldn’t I?"

"It’s not that, but you don’t choose the right moment which isn’t so good; you need to learn to hold back."

"I don’t want to hold back, I’ve held back too much; what are you going to do later?"

Yuran’s face turned a bit red, "Can you not be so rogue, spouting anything you think about?"

"It’s just the two of us here, how is that being a rogue?"

Yuran: "...cough, Brother Qi, calm down a bit, your reaction..." She was too embarrassed to continue, sitting stiffly in Bo Yan’s embrace, silent, just worried that he wouldn’t be able to resist and might just deal with her right there.

She definitely didn’t want Zhizhi to come downstairs later and see something not suitable for children.

Her arms stretched out, looping around his neck, "Brother Qi, about the matter with Xie Lingling, I think there’s still room for recovery." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

In the end, it was Xi Gu’s own lack of self-esteem, yet he expected a woman to take the blame for him, losing to Xi Nian wasn’t unjust at all.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, it seems that his character is also a big problem.

"Changing the subject?"

This man.

The blush that had just faded from Yuran’s face, shot up again, and she punched Bo Yan’s shoulder, who felt neither pain nor itch, continuing his verbal teasing, "Are you planning spousal homicide?"

Yuran, "Brother Qi, can we speak properly? Are you poisoned? How did your style become like this recently?"

Bo Yan laughed softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of her lips, "I don’t like you caring about others. Xie Lingling betraying Diyang is an undeniable fact, working for Xi Gu is also an undeniable fact, I haven’t wronged anyone."

Yuran: "...I’m not saying you’ve wronged anyone, but about what Xie Lingling did to Diyang initially, didn’t Diyang’s management notice anything?"

"They were in cahoots," Bo Yan scoffed coldly, "Situ Jue came back, didn’t he perform a major overhaul on Diyang? What do you think that was about?"

Yuran suddenly realized, "So, even if you were at a loss, you really knew nothing about it?"

"Yeah, I knew nothing, it’s not something I particularly care about."

"Diyang is losing money," Yuran reminded.

Bo Yan responded nonchalantly, "No worries, this kind of money loss is like I’ve just lost a dollar, it’s trivial, I won’t mind it."

Yuran: "..."

"Baby, are you caring a bit too much about external affairs? Shouldn’t you care more about me?"

"Hmm, what’s up with you?"

Bo Yan’s gaze deepened, seemingly a bit angry, Yuran’s heart skipped a beat as she realized what she had just said, and she quickly made up by kissing him on the face, planning her escape, "Brother Qi, I’m going to see if Zhizhi has finished bathing."

She sprung out of his embrace, ready to flee, but was suddenly pulled back forcefully into the embrace, "Where do you think you’re going?"

"Just to, you know, check on Zhizhi upstairs, hehe..."

"You’re not allowed to go."

"Brother Qi, you care about Zhizhi too, what’s with this attitude?" Yuran frowned, displeased as she looked at him, which made Bo Yan even angrier.

"Still want a daughter?"

Yuran’s eyes lit up with anticipation as she looked at him, "So, you agree with me having a second child?"

Bo Yan gave her a sardonic smile, "Who agreed to that?"

Yuran was annoyed, her face expressing her displeasure at being teased, "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know what I mean."

"Of course, I ask because I don’t know, baby. Shouldn’t you be focusing more on me? I’m your husband, the one who will be with you for life. You can’t favor one over the other, treating them better than you treat me, expecting more from them than you do from me."

"Are you jealous of the kids now?"

"Yes."

Yuran: "..."

After bathing, Zhizhi came downstairs just in time to see his parents embracing. When not joking or laughing, his face, solemn and stiff, showed a maturity beyond his years. He held a hairdryer and walked down calmly, arriving by their side.

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

Zhizhi shook his head, "No, Daddy, blow dry Zhizhi’s hair."

Yuran quickly volunteered, reaching out to take Zhizhi’s hairdryer, "Baby, let Mommy do it. Mommy’s really good at it."

Zhizhi’s eyes brightened; he liked it when Mommy blow-dried his hair too.

However, the hairdryer Yuran was holding was soon snatched away by a large, distinctly jointed hand, and Zhizhi was pulled to his other side. Bo Yan spoke nonchalantly, "Taking care of kids is something I feel obligated to share with you, to do more. So, I think it’s better if I blow-dry Zhizhi’s hair."

Yuran, Zhizhi: "..."

Zhizhi wasn’t disappointed. Since a young age, he knew his dad treated him and his mom differently. At first, he was confused, but he got used to it. He didn’t feel jealous because he also wanted to be especially nice to Mommy.

Bo Yan gently placed Yuran on the sofa, urged her to wash up and go to bed, and then led Zhizhi toward his bedroom. While climbing the stairs, Zhizhi, head held high and looking up at his much taller dad, furrowed his brow, "Dad, were you just jealous? Didn’t want Mommy to blow-dry Zhizhi’s hair?"

Bo Yan seriously replied, "Mom was busy all day at the office, and she even picked us up tonight. Isn’t she tired?"

Zhizhi nodded, "Tired."

Bo Yan continued, "So if Mommy blow-dries your hair then looks after you until you sleep, it’s tough, right?"

Zhizhi nodded again.

"That’s why Daddy will take care of these simple tasks. Let’s not bother Mommy, okay?"

Zhizhi still objected a bit, "But Dad, do you really not like it when Mommy gets close to Zhizhi? Every time Zhizhi wants a kiss from Mommy, you take him away."

Bo Yan: "... Your mom is my wife."

Zhizhi pouted, "That’s petty."

Amused by his own son, Bo Yan patted his head, "Are you complaining about Dad now?"

"No, but Mommy is Zhizhi’s mom too."

The voices of father and son talking faded away around the corner of the corridor. Sitting on the couch, Yuran couldn’t help but laugh. She had never imagined such a day, and now that she was living it, she felt very happy and very fortunate.

Lucky to have such a person belong to her, and fortunate to have such a family.

What did outside affairs have to do with her? She needn’t care, right?

Thinking this, Yuran felt much more relaxed. She turned to go upstairs but received an unexpected yet reasonable phone call.

It was Xi Nian’s call, the one she had been waiting for.

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